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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - The Cold Change
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In the cold change which time hath wrought on love 
(The snowy winter of his summer prime), 
Should a chance sigh or sudden tear-drop move 
Thy heart to memory of the olden time; 
Turn not to gaze on me with pitying eyes, 
Nor mock me with a withered hope renewed; 
But from the bower we both have loved, arise 
And leave me to my barren solitude! 
What boots it that a momentary flame 
Shoots from the ashes of a dying fire? 
We gaze upon the hearth from whence it came, 
And know the exhausted embers must expire: 
Therefore no pity, or my heart will break; 
Be cold, be careless—for thy past love`s sake!
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